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terry lee and elvis

hey y’all!

what do you get when you cross the FAGs with an Elvis impersonator (i mean, elvis TRIBUTE ARTIST)?!

a hunka hunka burnin’ FUN!!

if it’s wednesday nights at giovanni’s in copperas cove, tx, then it’s ELVIS night! pal and fellow FAG bonnie was already an elvis-night veteran and wanted the rest of us to experience him. i mean … it. the show.

before the concert, “elvis” welcomed me to the show and i promptly told him i was an “elvis impersonator concert virgin”. whaaa?! where did that come from?!

he asked, “what are you?” i guess the noise of the restaurant kept him from hearing my comment. but could i just leave it alone?! no. i could not.

i replied, “i’m a virgin.” WTF?! then i added quickly, “of elvis impersonator concerts.” sigh. let me try one more time: “i’ve never been to an elvis impersonator concert.” geez.

well, the virgin part didn’t seem to bother him. he quickly proceeded to explain to me that he doesn’t like to be called an elvis “impersonator”. he prefers “elvis tribute artist” … because no one can truly BE elvis, blahblahdiddyblahblah.

okay. strike one for terry lee. the concert hadn’t even started and i’d already insulted elvis. criminy.

i apologized profusely and even promised to shine his blue suede shoes (haha) … then he went on his merry way to change into full elvis gear in the restaurant bathroom.

let. the. show. BEGIN!

it was a total blast! elvis (aka johnny memphis, aka “i could tell you his real name but then i’d have to kill you”) his gorgeous self was QUITE the showman. ohmy! even though i’ve never seen an elvis tribute artist in person, i’d seen plenty on tv and the internet. this guy is one of THE BEST. he not only looks the part, but his voice is practically dead-on elvis.

since it’s a small venue, “elvis” walked around and interacted a lot with his audience. naturally, he gave OUR table quite a bit of attention. who could resist three middle-aged FAGs (aka mature, beautiful women)?!

okay, fine. my gorgeous 26 year old daughter (tara) might have been the reason too.

anyway, took lots of pic and videos which i want to share with you. hope you enjoy them as much as we enjoyed the experience. and if you’re in central texas … GO see him at giovanni’s (yummy italian food!) in cove on a wednesday night.

the first video is “elvis” singing “jailhouse rock” with a sweet little old lady dancing her heart out. it also includes tara, jannetta and bonnie having fun:

the following video is “elvis” singing “are you lonesome tonight?” he’s working his way to our table when some (damn) ladies get in his way. he finally makes it to me (holding the camera) and then there’s an awkward crotch shot (UNintentional ………… or was it?). hahaha! enjoy:

thankyou. thankyouverymuch. 🙂

love and hugs,
terry lee

love me tender, love me true

love me tender, love me true

bonnie! stop staring at elvis for just a second! The FAGs ...

bonnie! stop staring at elvis for just a second! The FAGs ...

playing a 'little' guitar ... haha

playing a 'little' guitar ... haha

elvis with my baby girl (she's an angel, but the devil in disguise!)

elvis with my baby girl (she's an angel, but the devil in disguise!)

elvis getting serious as a heart attack

elvis getting serious as a heart attack

this little lady never stopped shaking, so enamored was she with elvis. bless her heart.

this little lady never stopped shaking, so enamored was she with elvis. bless her heart.

bon and terry lee

bon and terry lee

FAG jannetta and FAGette tara

FAG jannetta and FAGette tara

after the show ... a little closeup time with elvis

after the show ... a little closeup time with elvis

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love this little sign ... a gift from jannetta ... so sweet!

love this little sign ... a gift from jannetta ... so sweet!

hey y’all!

rather quiet lately on the junking front. stayed home this past weekend to recover from trade days (see previous blog) and did nothing but rest and enjoy some time with my hubby. admittedly, i was sorely tempted to sneak out to a yard sale or two. i even checked craigslist and the local classifieds a couple of times (okay, maybe more like 6 or 8 times).

but alas and alack, i did NOT junk (a moment of silence).

we addicts (and you know who you are) have a difficult time saying no to a yard sale or estate sale or a good flea market. there’s always the possibility of missing that perfect treasure at a perfect price. a treasure AND a bargain?! v. damn difficult to pass up.

but i needed to rest last weekend. i needed to rest my body, my mind, my soul and of course, my wallet. and i’m glad i did. i rediscovered my patio and the gorgeous spring colors blooming all around me. i watched the birds eating from the new feeders i put out (funny how they fight each other for that birdseed … like it’s steak or something).

i even rediscovered some old junk (and not-so-old junk) that i’ve been meaning to repurpose, re-do, re-create into something lovely, charming and useful. with any luck. more on that in future blogs.

anyways, i took some pics for you … in an attempt to capture the colors and beauty of my potted flowers, newly blooming rose bushes (LOVE my roses!) and other plants around my patio and porch. i hope you enjoy them as much as i do … and that you’ll consider slowing down for just a while.

and smell. the. roses.

love and hugs,
terry lee

gorgeous strawberry-banana rose

gorgeous strawberry-banana rose

how pretty is THAT?!

how pretty is THAT?!

my precious yellow roses (of texas)

my precious yellow roses (of texas)

pink begonias are thriving. love this splash of color on my patio table

pink begonias are thriving. love this splash of color on my patio table

mexican heather (can you see the tiny lavender blossoms?)

mexican heather (can you see the tiny lavender blossoms?)

love the different pinks in this one

love the different pinks in this one

the birdies all flew away when i showed up with the camera. whaaa?!

the birdies all flew away when i showed up with the camera. whaaa?!

yummy! pass the steak sauce, please

yummy! pass the steak sauce, please

the vincas are still blooming, sans drainage

the vincas are still blooming, sans drainage

lovely, even in a crusty old horse planter

lovely, even in a crusty old horse planter

can you say 'hydrangeas'?? COLORful!

can you say 'hydrangeas'?? COLORful!

meow. black cat in my backyard like he lives there. NOT. prolly checking out all the birds at my feeder. bad kitty.

meow. black cat in my backyard like he lives there. NOT. prolly checking out all the birds at my feeder. bad kitty.

old mailbox, painted redo by sue. decided to make it a planter, for the helluva it. LOVE the results!!

old mailbox, painted redo by sue. decided to make it a planter, for the hell of it. LOVE the results!!

another splash of color on my front porch ... a sweet mini-rose bush (not currently in bloom) from my sister.

another splash of color on my front porch ... a sweet mini-rose bush (not currently in bloom) from my sister.

front porch hanging basket with mini garden chandie

front porch hanging basket with mini garden chandie

dark pink roses in front flowerbed. just blooming!

dark pink roses in front flowerbed. just blooming!

prolly my fave of the roses ... sweet pink in full, glorious bloom. ahhhh!!

prolly my fave of the roses ... sweet pink in full, glorious bloom. ahhhh!!

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trade days

hey y’all!

the FAGs have returned from fredericksburg’s trade days and i’m just guessing, but i bet frederick and his little burg will not soon forget the FAGs. when we hit a town, we HIT it HARD.

okay, sometimes harder than others. i’ll admit to some shananigans here and there across texas but i must say we (the FAGs) were rather docile this weekend. it might’ve been the rain on saturday. the cooler temps. the swampy, muddy muckiness that we had to traipse through to get to the vendors/barns. i don’t know. but in that true FAG spirit, we persevered. can’t keep US away from The Junk Hunt … nor rain or sleet or snow, blahblahdiddyblah blah.

it seems The Head FAG (moi) was the only one wearing sensible footwear (my skechers running shoes … not that i EVER run … with lots of arch and heel support) for that kind of slogging and slopping about.

FAG #2 (let’s call her Bonnie for laughs) wore FLIP FLOPS. cute. v. v. cute. pink, even!! and cute pink toenails to match!! on ANY other day, she would’ve been stylin’. well, she was stylin’ … but after smushing her way through the mucky field of ankle-deep muck, she wasn’t feeling so stylish after all. bless her heart.

FAG #3 (jannetta, by default) wore her funky (but stylish!) TOE sock shoe thingies. i don’t know what they’re called. but they’re not toe socks. they actually have a rubber sole on them. they just look like toe socks. she was pretty mucked up too, as it happens.

now, having said all that, we didn’t let footwear (or lack thereof) nor the rain, nor the v. cool, breezy weather keep us from FAGGing away at trade days.

the vendors were marking things down because of the rain. “rainy day specials!” some of them called it. i’d never been to trade days or anything like it and i was, well, slightly overwhelmed and overstimulated. 6 barns full of junk. acres more of outside vendors (they were rained out on saturday but up and running on sunday). oh my!

by mid-afternoon, my poor old bones (and muscles and joints and every other fiber in my tired old body) were creaking, aching, throbbing, SCREAMING at me and i had to raise the white flag. sorry FAGs. yes, i was the party pooper. ME.

we checked into our hotel and i rested while the others went on their merry way. good! y’all go on, little FAGs and have fun. after a hot shower and popping a pain pill, i crawled into bed and tried to sleep. TRIED being the operative word. seems as if we had some sort of motorcycle gang-like people next door and they were on the noisy side. arghh. do i complain NOW, or LATER?

please don’t misconstrue. i am NOT anti-motorcycle gangs. honestly. i don’t personally own a hog, or whatever the hell it is they call them, nor do i especially enjoy the *noise* that they make, or the black leather and chains and studs and bandanas that the riders wear, god bless them. it’s just not my cup of tea. however, i DO take issue with noisy people at hotels. even if they’re driving a mini-van … heck, especially if they’re driving a mini-van.

thankfully, as it happens, the motorcycle “gang” quieted down and we didn’t hear or see them until we left our room to check out. they were hanging out next to their cycles, preparing themselves (bandanas? check! mirror-reflective sunglasses? check! ciggies? check! tight-jeaned b!tch? check!) for the day’s adventure.

bonnie and i edged quietly past them, heads down, trying not to stare, while loading up the camry. when we got in the car, we felt safe enough to take a closer look at them. sheesh! they were about our age (grownup hippies) and were very subdued and civilized with their bottles of evian water (which they probably used to chase down their morning blood pressure pill and anti-depressant).

no WONDER they were so quiet last night! they were SLEEPING! so much for my “motorcycle gang” story having an exciting ending … haha.

it was a fun weekend, as it always is when FAGGing. even if we didn’t land in jail (haha) or have a tumble with a gang of hog-riders, we did get lots of treasures … some to take home in my camry, some to store in our hearts forever. wouldn’t trade THAT for anything.

enjoy the pics.

love and hugs,
terry lee

KILLER rug!! have been searching for the perfect colors/roses on a rug for my paris room. found her!! used and a bit scruffy, but oh-so-lovely. and it wasn't for sale. had to do a little pleading with the vendor ... but in the end, she sold it to me. for a SONG!

KILLER rug!! have been searching for the perfect colors/roses on a rug for my paris room. found her!! used and a bit scruffy, but oh-so-lovely. and it wasn't for sale. had to do a little pleading with the vendor ... but in the end, she sold it to me. for a SONG!

another view ... it is PERFECT in that room!

another view ... it is PERFECT in that room!

v. pretty retro ottoman ... love the color!!

v. pretty retro ottoman ... love the color!!

gorgeous pink chandie, i'm thinking it'll find its home in my bedroom

gorgeous pink chandie, i'm thinking it'll find its home in my bedroom

another view ... i LERVE it!!!

another view ... i LERVE it!!!

v. sweet little girl (that blonde ponytail and bangs is SOOO lil' terry lee!) with clock and cat. too sweet to pass up. her clock doesn't work, but when i got home and pulled her at of the bag, she was TICKING!!! and then she stopped. hmmmph.

v. sweet little girl (that blonde ponytail and bangs are SOOO lil' terry lee!) with clock and cat. too sweet to pass up. her clock doesn't work, but when i got home and pulled her out of the bag, she was TICKING!!! and then she stopped. hmmmph.

one of my fave pieces of the trip. had a NFS sticker on it. whaa?!?! when it finally (duh) occured to me what NFS meant, i KNEW i had to have it! she's too lovely. and PINK. little old lady vendor at an antique mall didn't wanna sell her, but as usual, my wicked wiles prevailed.

one of my fave pieces of the trip. had an NFS sticker on it. whaa?!?! when it finally (duh) occurred to me what NFS meant, i KNEW i had to have it! she's too lovely. and PINK. little old lady vendor at the antique mall didn't wanna sell her, but as usual, my wicked wiles prevailed.

another view ... so bel et féminin!

another view ... so bel et féminin!

woohoo! found a PINK lu-ray platter for a steal! will add her to my growing lu-ray collection that started with my mom's blue platter. love those pastels!!

woohoo! found a PINK lu-ray platter for a steal! will add her to my growing lu-ray collection that started with my mom's blue platter. love those pastels!!

lovely pink flowered platter. a gift from jannetta, thanks!

lovely pink flowered platter. a gift from jannetta, thanks!

sweet hand-crafted piece ... love the colors in this too! rainy day special: $3

sweet hand-crafted piece ... love the colors in this too! rainy day special: $3

another cutie by the same vendor. goes perfectly in my paris room! $1

another cutie by the same vendor. goes perfectly in my paris room! $1

ATTENTION!

ha! i bet you thought i had finally stopped talking. well, almost.

if you’re interested in a fantastic blog contest with a super-duper prize, check out my sister’s blog, Welcome to My World to read all about it!

okay, now i’m done. 🙂

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gracie2

hey again y’all,

hate to keep complaining (some of you who know me well, may beg to differ, haha), but this unseasonably warm and muggy weather lately is really putting a damper on my energy levels and enthusiasm to do ANYthing short of taking naps in my dark, air conditioned bedroom.

so last weekend one of my FAGs and i hit the road (the other one went awol on us … okay, she was doing something honorable and noble like walking to raise money for the hope pregnancy center … while the other two of us went schlepping across central texas in search of that PERFECT treasure at all the garage sales, estate sales, church rummage sales, etc.). very selfish, the two of us. out there chasing our dreams and scheming of future jaunts like next weekend’s fredericksburg’s trade days.

but what a BLAST we had. my poor camry hasn’t been that packed in a long time. reminds me of the good old days when FAGGing was in full gear. oh, if you don’t know what FAGGing is and if you’re curious, you can click The Journey is Everything to read all about it. it was our “outting” blog. haha

first stop was an estate sale. i cleaned out an entire bedroom. well, almost. it had the most beautiful PINK ROSE comforter set with matching curtains. for an extra little amount, she threw in the fantastic vintage window w/mirror that was hanging above the bed.

our second stop was a sweet little yard sale run by some v. nice ladies who actually allowed jannetta (the FAG in question) to use their restroom AND write a check for her goods. ohmy. AND their prices were like THE BEST you could hope for.

“oh, 25 cents for this. 10 cents for that.”

that kinda thing. you junkers know what music that is to your ears. i must say, i’d never ever let a yard sale customer use my bathroom. call me not nice, call me anything you want, but i just wouldn’t. nor would i accept a check from someone i didn’t know. very well. but these ladies were better women than i am and they restored (somewhat) some lost faith in womankind.

we hit lots more sales, including the salado flea market thingy where we actually saw belly dancers perform (whaa?!), a church rummage sale where nothing was priced … they only accepted donations at YOUR discretion (not my cup of meat, i prefer to be told what it costs … otherwise i feel guilty because i’m a neurotic middle child) and many other yard sales. we were soooooo hot and tired and sweaty by lunch time.

and speaking of LUNCH, we backtracked a bit in order to eat in salado. jannetta wanted me to try out a quaint little place called adelea’s (i thought it was pronounced “uh-deal-yuhs”. but NO. wrong again, princess smart-ass. you say it “add-uh-leez”. emPHAsis on the first syLLAble.)

her younger cousin michael is the chef there and so we made a big to-do about knowing the chef and asking for him. he recently graduated from a wonderful culinary school in austin. he was v. kind and gracious and even gave me a sample of his chicken and dumplings (my all time fave comfort food). i loved them, but it was so dang hot i just didn’t have the stomach to eat something warm.

but the deli sandwich was delish and the home made pecan pie with chocolate drizzled over it was TO. DIE. FOR. honestly. i thought i’d died and gone to pecan heaven. michael said they get their pecans from a local vendor in salado. locally grown, locally baked, locally eaten, by local FAGs. us. yum.

okay, i have digressed waaaaay more than usual. what i WANTED to write about was a sweet little girl named gracie. she was the daughter of the yard sale lady who had the great prices and let jannetta use her restroom. while i was perusing her mama’s merchandise, she decided to follow me from table to table. she’d hide under something, then spring up and surprise me with a “Boo!”

this went on the entire time we were there. what a darling. probably about 5 years old. not sure why she latched onto me … must be my pied piper charms. haha. when we were loading up the car, she walked over and handed me a little flower. okay, honestly, it was a weed. picked from her front yard. but to me it was the most beautiful flower in the world. after i thanked her demonstratively (my mama didn’t raise no ingrate), i asked what her name was. she said, “gracie.”

“well of course it is. what else would it be?” i said to her. and i meant it. her mom and aunt were v. gracious to us and little gracie was nothing but a sweetheart, providing me with joy and amusement during our entire visit. you can’t put a price on that.

lord almighty. my word count is now officially 860. sheesh. and i didn’t even get to HALF of what i wanted to share with you. maybe the pics will fill in some of the blanks. enjoy!

love and hugs to all,
terry lee

yummy pink rose comforter and curtains and sheets

yummy pink rose comforter and curtains and sheets

close up

close up

old window frame w/mirror. gonna yank off that swag that came with it and use something else. will be part of my bedroom makeover

old window frame w/mirror. gonna yank off that swag that came with it and use something else. will be part of my bedroom makeover

great little turquoise train case. i lerve it!

great little turquoise train case. i lerve it!

find o' the day! a precious blue vintage lu-ray bowl ... got it with a bunch of other goodies at the church rummage sale. gave them $4 for the lot. and i have the matching platter that was my mom's!

find o' the day! a precious blue vintage lu-ray bowl ... got it with a bunch of other goodies at the church rummage sale. gave them $4 for the lot. and i have the matching platter that was my mom's!

with my mom's lu-ray platter in background

with my mom's lu-ray platter in background

this beauty speaks for itself. got it for prolly 25c. hard to tell since i bought so much with it.

this beauty speaks for itself. got it for prolly 25c. hard to tell since i bought so much with it.

like these precious vintage cups and saucers

like these precious vintage cups and saucers

pair of vintage serving utensils and a grrreat pink melmac-ish bowl and platter

pair of vintage serving utensils and a grrreat pink melmac-ish bowl and platter

vintage avon bottle called garden girl (pink!) and sweet little white bird (another vintage avon)

vintage avon bottle called garden girl (pink!) and sweet little white bird (another vintage avon)

another view ... so precious!

another view ... so precious!

great little tins from the church rummage sale. esp love the french girl

great little tins from the church rummage sale. esp love the french girl

oh-so-lovely rose cup, again from the church rummage sale (part of my very well spent 4 bucks)

oh-so-lovely rose cup, again from the church rummage sale (part of my very well spent 4 bucks)

you can't tell by the pic, but this little beauty is VERY tiny. about 1 1/2 inches tall. love its pinkness and rose designs

you can't tell by the pic, but this little beauty is VERY tiny. about 1 1/2 inches tall. love its pinkness and rose designs

a PILE of vintage crocheted doilies for 25c. wow.

a PILE of vintage crocheted doilies for 25c. wow.

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welcome to my garden

hey y’all,

lazy. i must be lazy. i thought it was the heat. even the humidity. possibly my blood pressure? my thyroid?? that’s always a likely culprit. OR … i could blame it on the cancer treatments (some might call that playing the “cancer card”).

but no, it’s laziness. i confess it to you, my dear readers. all 4 of you. i just can’t seem to get myself in gear lately. or perhaps i should say i’m stuck in one gear: neutral. or is that even a gear?

okay, enough whining! i just had my 3 month oncology checkup and all is well. yea! also, i’m about to reach another milestone in this journey of survival: at the end of may, it’ll be two years since my cancer diagnosis. YEA again! thanks to each one of you for your prayers, good thoughts, words of encouragment and support. i wouldn’t be here today without you and your faithfulness.

after every good 3 month checkup, it feels as if i’ve been given a gift. another three months! which isn’t a bad thing for someone who’s learning to live ONE DAY at a time. three months sounds like a LONG time to me.

speaking of living … and having faith in the future, this is the first time in over a decade that i’ve actually planted something. i call it a garden, but it’s just barely. a garden, that is.

if you’ve done your homework, you know that we recently filled in our backyard inground pool (if not, back up and read my blog about it). it was a nasty affair, the pool and filling it in, so it seemed apropos to use that area for The Garden.

at this point, it has a little straggly apple tree (shades of charlie brown’s cmas tree … but sweet and sentimental and represents the ONE life that ben and i are making together), 3 rose bushes (significant number, for the three children i bore … and bore … and bore), two crepe myrtles (one for me, one for my sweet hubby) and a GORGEOUS vintage arch/arbor thingy i found in lampasas a couple of weekends ago. what it represents i do not know. maybe the welcoming of family and friends into our life (garden). i fell in love with it as soon as i saw it at crazy nana’s.

lordy me. but this business of planting is a painful proposition. first there’s the shopping (which i do well, unless it’s walmart and/or a payday … arghh), then the lugging of the plants/trees/soil mix/tools/gloves/pots/watering can/plant food/rose food (see?! i told you i shop well!) TO the car, then OUT of the car, then TO the patio/backyard. already i’m pooped and ready for a nap.

THEN you have the actual PLANTING of the plants. gawd-help-us. now, being the OCD middle child that i am, i had all my ducks in a row, as it were. my plants and bushes were lined up on the patio, sorted by color and variety, alphabetized and ready to plant. okay, i’m kidding about the alphabetizing. but truly, i had a PLAN for my garden. okay, so it was only in my head, but it was there: this plant would go here, that plant would go there. so on and so forth. blah blah blah.

i knew that my dear sweet hubby wanted a couple of trees, which was great (because i wanted them too). but i thought we would choose them.

together.

one day, he came home dragging a big pot with a tall stick shooting out from it.

“what is that?” i asked.

“a TREE!” he replies, and continues to drag it through the house, out the back door, straight to the virgin garden area. he grabs the shovel and before i can even speak (and that’s pretty quick) he’s already shoved the shovel into the ground.

whaaa??? what about my plans? my layout for the garden?? is that where the tree is supposed to go?!?! he has absolutely NO concept of my master plan, nor does he seem to care. i quickly weigh my options. is it worth saying something? stopping him, mid-shovel? he was determined and intent on planting that sad little stick of an apple tree.

right there. in that spot.

in the end, i didn’t have it in me to argue. i’d work around that little tree. i took it as a sign that THIS little apple tree would be the beginning of our garden, and as corny and as cheesy as it sounds, it would be a new beginning … the first day of our future. and so i pulled the bag of miracle grow over to the hole and we planted that little tree together.

i hope it survives. we’re watering it, feeding it, loving it (and yes, i’m talking to it every day … i read somewhere that it’s good to talk to plants). maybe one day it’ll surprise us with grand-apples. haha

geez this is getting long. time to stop the insanity. my word count is already 729. i can’t help it. verbosity runs in my family. my mom could never tell the simplest of stories in under an hour. i guess it’s true the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. 🙂 more gardening stories to follow … for now, enjoy the pics. and remember, it’s still a WORK IN PROGRESS!

love and hugs to all,
terry lee

The kiss of the sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth,
One is nearer God’s heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth.
~Dorothy Frances Gurney, “Garden Thoughts”

Gardens are a form of autobiography.
~Sydney Eddison, Horticulture magazine, August/September 1993

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.
~English Nursery Rhyme

great rusty crusty arch for my garden. it's flanked by two crepe myrtles which are still in need of planting ...

great rusty crusty arch for my garden. it's flanked by two crepe myrtles which are still in need of planting ...

close up of arch design

close up of arch design

our little apple tree. bless its heart.

our little apple tree. bless its heart.

i call these my strawberry-banana roses ... pink and yellow

i call these my strawberry-banana roses ... pink and yellow

i think this is such a beautiful pink

i think this is such a beautiful pink

had to have yellow (rose of texas)

had to have yellow (rose of texas)

my three little rose bushes ... for alan, tara and matt

my three little rose bushes ... for alan, tara and matt

tara admires her work

tara admires her work

my patio table with new cushions and lovely pink begonias ... with a view of The Garden ... love that arch!

my patio table with new cushions and lovely pink begonias ... with a view of The Garden ... love that arch!

searched high and low for just the right cushions. didn't find them high, but found them at lowe's. haha

searched high and low for just the right cushions. didn't find them high, but found them at lowe's. haha

my patio makeover. it used to be verrrrry scary. now it's an outside room! very lovely and inviting. love it!

my patio makeover. it used to be verrrrry scary. now it's an outside room! very lovely and inviting. love it!

found these beads at the GW barn last week for 75c. they were a tangled mess that took hours to straighten out. but worth it!

found these beads at the GW barn last week for 75c. they were a tangled mess that took hours to straighten out. but worth it!

when the wind stirs the beads, it reminds me of raindrops. a perfect place for those silly 70s disco ball beads!

when the wind stirs the beads, it reminds me of raindrops. a perfect place for those silly 70s disco ball beads!

sort've the focal point of my patio ... an old metal shelf i picked up for a dollar. put some real sweeties on it (love my rose plates, saucers, cups, etc) and flanked it all with the two tall white shutters i got for a song at the lampasas city-wide

sort've the focal point of my patio ... an old metal shelf i picked up for a dollar. put some real sweeties on it (love my rose plates, saucers, cups, etc) and flanked it all with the two tall white shutters i got for a song at the lampasas city-wide

another view of my patio room ...

another view of my patio room ...

LOVE these pink hydrangeas! set them next to an old lawn chair covered in a vintage pink and white bedsheet, finished off with a pink pillow from big lots.

LOVE these pink hydrangeas! set them next to an old lawn chair covered in a vintage pink and white bedsheet, finished off with a pink pillow from big lots.

lace chandie i bought from sue a while back. added some color by putting pink roses on the ends

lace chandie i bought from sue a while back. added some color by putting pink roses on the ends

the little white wicker chair (from sue's) is perfect for my flowers!

the little white wicker chair (from sue's) is perfect for my flowers!

this is an old cracker barrel rocker that i found a few years back at an antique mall. painted it antique white and had been using it inside. i think it looks great on my patio. the mosaic piece next to it was marked way down at 'tuesday morning' because of a small chipped area. lucky me!

this is an old cracker barrel rocker that i found a few years back at an antique mall. painted it antique white and had been using it inside. i think it looks great on my patio. the mosaic piece next to it was marked way down at 'tuesday morning' because of a small chipped area. lucky me!

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